If you keep really quiet, you can almost here a pin drop…if only the crickets shut up.
I know I know, I’ve been away for God knows how many days. Weeks, rather.
But, in my defense; I WAS BUSY. No, really.
The festive season in Bengal is infectious and a hectic one. It affects everybody and somehow, work and hobby takes a back seat. I don’t know exactly what is it about Durga Puja, that makes every red-blooded Bengali jump up and go in a frenzy. Maybe its the faith, the aarti, the idols, the fumes of dhunuchi, the red of vermilion, the sound of dhak, or maybe its just the idea of wearing a new outfit everyday, dancing carefree to the beats of the dhaaki, gorgeous aloo bhaja and biting into the occasional naarkel naaru, the pandal-hopping, and everything else that follows. Whatever is it, I know this is one occasion everyone comes home for.
Well, honestly, I seriously didn’t have time to breathe, what with the proshad bitoron, and running around trying to gather the kids together for the evening performances. But I did get a few chances to click away happily at everything around me.
Mum and the ladies lined up for sindoor khela
Buli (the one in yellow) and me…yes yes, I know I look drunk….I’m not though…